simply take her lips, reveling in the feel of her mouth. Our kiss is a mixture of love and lust, honey and spice. Our moans become soft pleas to Eros. We belong together. For a moment, I’m transported to all our firsts. Our first kiss. Our first time. When I pull away, Aurelia’s forehead lines have disappeared. Her cheeks bear a pinkish hue. “I thought I imagined it for years,” I say. “Imagined what?” she asks, her voice light
